You Don'T Love Me

ever somewhere in my soul it burns the lashes of the whip that forces me to learn that i had touched the thorn of your rose the puncture was deep and the sting still grows part of my psyche tries to forget but the sting of the incident is like the lash of the whip into my ears the loud pop went when ever i'm reminded of the message you sent in shame i cannot look into your eyes they won't tell the truth they'll only tell lies how can i reclaim my wondering soul that refuses to leave you even though i'm gone and your soul that i thought i had in exchange suspiciously missing isn't that a shame